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The disclosure of Mab's whereabouts trembled on Daylight's lips, but he forbore. "I'll promise you a mare that you'll like just as much as Mab," he said. But Dede shook her head, and on that one point refused to be comforted. "Now, I've got an idea," Daylight said, hastening to get the conversation on less perilous ground.
The daylight's last rays streaming in through the window illumined her bowed head. I drew back, with a touch of awe. M. Charnot appeared. He went up to his daughter and tapped her on the shoulder. She rose with a blush. "What are you doing there?" he said. Then he adjusted his glasses and read the Italian inscription.
He took Daylight's pace with joy, and even dreamed, at first, that he would play the white man out. The first hundred miles he looked for signs of weakening, and marveled that he saw them not. Throughout the second hundred miles he observed signs in himself, and gritted his teeth and kept up. And ever Daylight flew on and on, running at the gee-pole or resting his spell on top the flying sled.
But the country did not recover with its wonted elasticity. Money did not become freer, though the casual reader of Daylight's newspapers, as well as of all the other owned and subsidised newspapers in the country, could only have concluded that the money tightness was over and that the panic was past history.
But Daylight's steadfast contention was that his wife should not become cook, waitress, and chambermaid because she did not happen to possess a household of servants. On the other hand, chafing-dish suppers in the big living-room for their camping guests were a common happening, at which times Daylight allotted them their chores and saw that they were performed.
From out the sea Aurora rose With none to hail her then; The sun unhailed, at daylight's close, In ocean sank again. In forests wild, man went astray, Misled by Luna's cloudy ray He bore an iron yoke; He pined not for the stars on high, With yearning for a deity No tears in torrents broke.
It was Hegan, prolific of resource and suggestion, who opened Daylight's eyes to undreamed possibilities in twentieth-century warfare; and it was Daylight, rejecting, accepting, and elaborating, who planned the campaigns and prosecuted them.
All week every one in the office knew that something new and big was afoot in Daylight's mind. Beyond some deals of no importance, he had not been interested in anything for several months. But now he went about in an almost unbroken brown study, made unexpected and lengthy trips across the bay to Oakland, or sat at his desk silent and motionless for hours.
And in three days he was dead pneumonia, rheumatism of the heart, and heaven knew what else at the end screaming in agony that could be heard a block away. That had been terrible. It was a fresh, raw stroke in Daylight's consciousness. And when would his own turn come? Who could say?
The thoughts of thee too sacred are For daylight's common beam; I can but know thee as my star, My angel, and my dream!
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